#live fire exercises

[braquen]

Bird

[historyofguns]

The article "Under-Fire Reload Tactics" by Mike Boyle, published by The Armory Life, discusses critical skills necessary for effectively reloading a pistol under fire, a pillar in Col. Jeff Cooper's Modern Technique of the Pistol. The Combat Triad, consisting of mental conditioning, practical marksmanship, and adept gun handling, is essential in armed defense. Boyle emphasizes the importance of mastering reloading techniques even though the need to reload during a gunfight is rare. The piece delves into reloading practices when a slide is forward or locked back, advising that having a spare magazine is necessary while encouraging practice with dummy rounds for proficiency. Additionally, the article debates tactical reloads and concludes that training should focus on speed and efficiency under stress to ensure one's readiness in dangerous confrontations.

[cakemoney]

the way it happened is truly everyone's worst fear, and the episode puts a spotlight on what those fears are. k trying to fix something and fucking it up massively. when she airdrops all her stuff, it didn't feel like "k's still thinking about her network etc", it felt like defeat, giving up the work she was doing as itsy for someone else, cause she's lost all confidence in her ability to fix what she was trying to fix. sam tries to help with magic, and her wand doesn't work, and she's confronted with how helpless she is without it. she hosts a show with magic in the name but when she needs it, when she calls for it, it doesn't come, and without it all she is (all she fears that she is) is just being shiny on the outside with nothing on the inside. jammer having less than a minute to feel grief and fear before he just locks in on what he needs to do, where they need to go, because jammer feels responsible for everyone he cares about so he feels responsible for this, he can't face evan's shadow because he can't fail evan again because he's already failed to be there before. and then evan! having to be rescued, being inconvenient and throwing off their mission, and then coming back with no clothes, is the worst! he's so sad about how his presence is making his friends' lives worse because k and jammer can't even look at him, he tried to help sam in whatever way he can and it just upset her, and then he socially trapped sam into assuring him she cares about him. he has to ask a magic goat a question and he doesn't know how and even though the goat ends up giving him the theoretical right answer, now it's disappointed in him because he used a cop out! very bad no good day for evan. man.

[thepastisalreadywritten]

[ariesthrottle]

Palehorse Battalion LT: "We got lost while on a training exercise..."

Fires a company's worth of live ammo for all small arms for weeks

Liberal use of mortar fire (also live ammo)

Weeks long supply of clean water

Weeks long supply of rations (crayons ran out, forced to subsist on actual MREs)

Me: DOUBT

[historyofguns]

In the article "Trigger Training Tips: Have You Been Doing It Wrong?" by Clayton Walker, the author explores the difference between target shooting and defensive shooting, emphasizing the importance of adapting trigger techniques for different scenarios. Initially approaching firearms as a target shooter, Walker discusses how traditional target shooting habits may not be effective for defensive shooting situations. The article critiques conventional "perfect" trigger press techniques, which prioritize slow, precise movements, suggesting they may hinder speed and practicality in self-defense contexts. Walker shares his personal evolution in shooting methodology, adopting a more straightforward and rapid trigger pull approach to enhance performance in defensive training. The content highlights the significance of understanding different firearm uses, balancing precision with practicality, and constantly evaluating common shooting advice to improve effectiveness and adaptability.

[tirfpikachu]

talking to bank customer service people drives me fuckign CRAZY. i'm a patient easygoing woman but holy shit. how do they always manage to treat me like a naive toddler who doesn't know her own stuff.... i mean i get that they deal with super rude morons all the time but listen lady I'M NOT STUPID!!!!!!!!! or not about this at least. i was just double checking if any money was on hold or in transit bc i'm supposed to have been paid today and my freelance site says that the money has reached my bank and it hasn't. it should be simple. yet it took twice as long bc she had to be like umm sweetie let me explain to you banking 101 cuz you're obviously wasting my time uwu and i'm here like????? PLS YOU ARE WASTING BOTH OUR TIMES

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

#destabilizing your own claim to get your mom more nukes there is no I in team. thanks Jakey

The whole dragonseed issue didn’t help either. I do respect the level of delusion it takes to forget your own kids are bastards legally

That was Jacaerys gambling the long-term instability on a short-term tactical victory in the books and it mostly worked. They needed those dragonriders. It would’ve caused a realm-destroying civil war in like 5 to 7 years if any of them had stuck around to see the consequences, but the Targaryens and dragonseeds were too good at murdering each other too quickly so no one had to fully think that’s through.

Besides, Jakey and the gang were only legally bastards if someone who believed that they were bastards took power and used that power to delegitimize them. At most they’re de facto bastards because rhaenyra is obviously lying, but they’re not de jure bastards.

[mystiika]

carlos tag drop

[lotusstarr]

Working out with Bakugou is not for the weak. He prefers to workout by himself because his friends complain how brutal his workouts are and can’t keep up with him. Denki ends up passed out on just the third exercise, while Kirishima barely makes it out alive. That was the last time anyone has worked out with him.

That was until you asked him if you could work out with him. You’ve been wanting to start going to the gym and who better to ask your boyfriend. He’s proud of you for wanting to live a healthy lifestyle and make a list of exercises to start you off with. Bakugou is a whole different person when you guys go to the gym together he patient with you, motivates you (in his own unique way), and helps you with anything you need. He likes to push you past your limits so you can get better and stronger, but won’t push you too much because he knows how much your body can handle.

Slowly but surely over time the workouts get a little more intense but it’s nothing you can’t handle with all the endurance and strength you’ve been gaining. One day you ask him if you can do his workouts together and he’s happy to hear that you want to do his workouts. By the time you guys finish you feel nothing but fire flowing in your body, but the good kind of fire that makes you feel fired up the next time you workout with him. Bakugou is nothing but proud of you for your progress, he’s immensely grateful you asked him to help you. He wouldn’t want anyone but you to be his workout partner.

[wilwheaton]

There have always been a few clear break points, rubicon thresholds in the Trump autocracy storyline where the entire legitimacy of the state and the freedom of American citizens could go sideways very, very fast. This has always been one of the most obvious ones. There’s no need here for the Guard. The irritant is the wildly inflammatory raids by militarized ICE squads. But even assuming those continue the Guard still isn’t necessary. The President has triggered this crisis and is now using it to exercise military authority within a state against the wishes of the state’s civilian elected leaders – Mayor, Governor, congressional representatives, etc. This is 100% Trump. He’s created the situation and now he’s exploiting it.

Breaking Out of Los Angeles

You will hear shitler’s thugs saying this protest is a riot. That is a massive fucking lie.

I lived here in 1992. I was in East LA when the first buildings were set on fire. I saw it all firsthand. THAT was a riot.

This is American citizens exercising their rights to protest. This is Americans rightly standing up to masked thugs who are attempting to kidnap their neighbors.

Don’t believe the maga lies. There is no riot. There is no insurrection (they’re thinking of January 6). 

[bbkoolkatz]

you're pregnant... katsuki made sure to remind you every single time you leaned/bent over to pick something up, when you attempted to cook something for him before he gets back from work, or even if you tried to make the bed in the mornings... he fussed over the littlest things, refusing to let you exert yourself in any manner, other than the exercises he planned out for you...

then front door burst open, and katsuki stomped in, arms loaded with grocery bags, as he kicked off his boots. his gaze immediately moved from the smiled you greeted him with on your face, to the vacuum cleaner, still on, in your hand.

"the hell d'ya think yer doin'?" he barked, dumping the bags onto the kitchen counter. before you could even open your mouth to respond, he was already striding across the room, snatching the vacuum from your hands like it was some sort of threat. "are ya' outta yer damn mind?"

you blinked at him, caught completely off guard by his sudden outburst. "i was just cleaning, katsuki... relax."

"relax?" his voice jumped an octave, disbelief dripping from his tone. he jabbed a finger toward your growing belly, to remind you yet again, as if you weren't walking around with all day. "y' shouldn't be messin' with this crap!"

crossing your arms, you fought to keep calm. "babe i'm pregnant, not incapable... the living room was a disaster, and i wanted to do something about it."

"i don't give a damn about the livin' room!" he fired back, his hands flying as he gestured. "what if you tripped? or hurt yourself? or—"

"or what? did something to pass time until you came home?" you cut in, narrowing your eyes. "i wasn't doing anything dangerous, katsuki. it's vacuuming, not weightlifting."

his jaw tightened, the muscles visibly straining as his teeth ground together. "doesn't matter. this ain't happenin' again."

you raised a brow, letting out a disbelieving scoff. "oh, really?" you grabbed a pillow from the couch and lobbed it at him, square in the chest, and he caught it, his expression a mix of shock and annoyance. "you're being ridiculous!"

"ridiculous?" he repeated, his tone dropping into that familiar low growl that always made your heart skip. tossing the pillow aside, he pointed firmly at the couch. "sit. down. now."

you held your ground, the heat of irritation flaring up again. "katsuki—"

"don't 'katsuki' me!" he snapped, his stance shifting as his hands found his hips, and he watched you up and down, with that stubborn glint in his eyes... "you either sit, or i make you."

"you wouldn't dare," you shot back, glaring at him.

"wanna test me?" he challenged, stepping closer, daring you to defy him.

the sheer intensity of his protectiveness was as frustrating as it was endearing. with an exaggerated sigh, you flopped onto the couch. "there. happy?"

"for now," he grumbled, shooting you a final warning glance before heading toward the coffee table to start tidying up the clutter.

leaning back against the cushions, you watched him work, your earlier irritation slowly fading away, taking in the tension in his shoulders, the tight set of his jaw—he wasn't just being overbearing. he was scared, though he'd never admit it.

"you're way more stressed about this whole pregnancy thing than i am." you teased, breaking the silence.

"yeah, well," he muttered without looking at you, stacking magazines with unnecessary force, "i can't do much else, so i'm makin' sure you don' screw anythin' up."

a soft chuckle escaped your lips, "you're impossible," you teased, picking up a pillow to hold it against your belly.

"yeah, yeah," he replied, his tone softer now. he glanced your way briefly, the worry in his eyes undeniable. "i just don' want anythin' happenin' t' ya' or our kid."

your heart softened at his honesty. "i get it, kats."

"good." he said, returning to his self-appointed task. "now shut up 'n let me finish this. i'll do it better anyway."

you gasped dramatically, by the jab at your cleaning skills, and threw another pillow at him, landing it against the side of his face, the shocked glare that followed was sooo worth it. and he just watched as you held his brat in your belly, laughing at him.

mlist!